Agustín Chocolatín

My sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke. Then there was a silence you took to mean something: mean, run, sing, for alive you will evermore be. Where there grows bitter herb that blooms but one day a year by the riverside - I'd bring it here: apply it gently to the love you've lent me. I heard your song, before my heart had time to hush it! Scrape your knee; it is only skin. Makes the sound of violins. I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain. I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain, spiders ghosts hang soaked and dangelin' silently from all the blooming cherry treesin tiny nooses, safe from everyone- nothing but a nuisance; gone now, dead and done. We weren't afraid, 'cause we know what you are. Are you mine? tay with me for a while, that's an awfully real gun. I know life will lay you down as the lightning has lately done. We tramped through the poison oak, heartbroke and inchoate. You stopped by, I was all alive. In my doorway, we shucked and jived. And when you wept, I was gone: see, I got gone when I got wise but I can't with certainty say we survived. Sleeped through the things that couldn't have been if you hadn't have been. And when the fire moves away, why would you say I was the last one? All my bones they are gone. Take my bones, I don't need none. (Lentamente, fuera de mi. Algún día no habrá mancha tuya en mi)